1989

You and Graham Coxon have been dormmates throughout your college years. Being in art school, it was no surprise when you'd find Graham sitting in his side of the flat, knelt down and working on a painting. He hadn't noticed you yet, preoccupied with whatever he was trying to scribble down. His acoustic guitar lay next to the easel, and he had a Walkman in his ears.

He glanced over, and let out a hum of a greeting.

"...Hey."